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"Para sa minamahal naming ama..."
A group photo of our niños and niñas as a gift for their father figure Padre Francisco đđđđ
Also, I will be including this one for the continuation of my angst VaNi comic soon and might show you this part as a sneak peek later on đ
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I just had to, the scribbles on the photo are making me cry so much that these 4 are too wholesome for me đđđđđđ
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#call of duty zombies#cod zombies#codz#cod zombies oc#valena villanueva#primis val#alfonso de guzman#tulio diaz#faye rodriguez#I can already see Padre Francisco chuckling with the scribbles#đđđđ#I got so lazy with the background I just slapped some stock photo of an old church wall there to make it look like they're taking a photo#outside the church which is next to the orphanage#Also imagine Primis Nikolai seeing this photo and asked Val of who these 3 people are#only for him to get an answer like#Those three... are my family... my three siblings that I always wanted to have#I hc that these 4 are big brother and sister figures for the kids on the orphanage and that is final!!#Kuya Alfo and Leo and Ate Lena and Faye đđđđ
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Summary: Shigaraki and Kurogiri meet with the League of Villain's newest candidate.
Rating: Gen Fic, SFW
Relationships: Shigaraki & Magne
Characters: Shigaraki Tomura, Magne, Kurogiri, Giran, mentioned Dabi, mentioned Toga Himiko
Words: 2,732
Warnings: Implied/Referenced transphobia and deadnaming when Magne's background is mentioned, swearing
The manila folder dropped from the air like a dead bird, hitting the bar top with a slap. Tomura jerked back, stool wobbling beneath him, and grit his teeth as he heard the staccato sounds of his fighter taking damage in his game. Recovering balance, he hit the pause button before glaring at the warp gate that swirled into being across the way.
âAnother one already?â he snapped the moment the tall figure of his caretaker stepped out of the darkness.
Kurogiri straightened both his tie and metal gorget. âI was quite impressed myself. Giran is proving to be as professional and efficient as advertised.â He motioned to the folder heâd air dropped in. âShall we consider this new candidate together, Shigaraki Tomura?â
Tomura wasnât in the mood to consider shit. He hadnât been hanging around the bar for going on two hours hoping for work to come along. One of his hands strayed to his pocket. He touched the lump that was the jar of salve heâd taken to carrying at all times. The serpentine ridge of a friendship bracelet (I used red, white, and black string so it would match you, Tomura-kun!) had joined it a week ago. Of course, heâd die before admitting to lurking just to catch a glimpse of Dabi. Or that heâd agreed to let Toga show him her favorite otome games as soon as she came back from her shopping trip. He definitelycouldnât tell the smug old ink splatter to fuck off and let him get back to his goal of a high scoreânot without having how wrong heâd been about those same two people rubbed in his face.
That left being a responsible leader as the only option.
Tomura growled and set his game aside. He flicked the folder open. âFine. Whatâs this new assholeâs name?â Giving in didnât require him to be gracious about it.
âAh. About that. I believe thereâs a conflicting issue in her files about that point. Her family name is Hikiishi, however, her given one, or both, may require an update.â
A look at the top of the file filled in the blanks. The picture Giran had included showed the candidate flashing a bold smile at the camera. Shoulder-length auburn hair framed prominent cheekbones. Slightly darker fuzz lined her jaw and chin. Tomura couldnât tell what color her eyes were behind her sunglasses, but they locked with his through lenses and stock paper alike. Hikiishi Kenji, read the first line of information on the page beneath the photo. A police report, by the looks of it.
âI see. Well, for now letâs just call Hikiishi by her alias until she confirms with us.â Tomura skimmed through the info again. âMagne, right? Related to her quirk, I assume.â
The currents of Kurogiriâs mist slowed and relaxed into looser coils. âCorrect.â
Tomura frowned. âWhat? Did you think Iâd have some sort of problem with the name thing?â
âAfter the misunderstanding with Dabiââ
âDabi and I talked.â
The yellow eyes glowing within the darkness widened. âDid you now?â
Fuck, he wasnât turning red, was he? Was he? âWeâre adults. We worked shit out, okay? Not everybody has a stick up their ass about being polite all the time.â He scooped up his game, more than ready to retreat into something he could control. âWhen are we expecting Magne?â
âGiran can bring her by tomorrow evening.â
âFine. Letâs get the stupid meet and greet crap over with.â When only silence followed, Tomura raised his gaze from the screen to glare at Kurogiri. âWhat?â
The wisps curling from the smoggy bastardâs head looked suspiciously like smiles. âNothing, Shigaraki Tomura. Nothing at all.â
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Taptaptap.
Tomuraâs finger rose and fell on the bartop fast enough to give a sewing machine needle a run for its money. The ball of his right foot bounced on the stoolâs crossbar in time with it.
Taptaptap.
Giran had promised heâd be there between 9:00 and 10:00. The clock by the door pointed to 9:51.
Taptaptap.
Lots of people would be riding the trains on a Friday night. Or roaming the streets, looking for food and alcohol, karaoke, strangers to stave off loneliness. Heroes would be out in force as a result, watching for any predators stalking the herds of humanity. Tomura didnât know how to calculate exact probability rates for shit hitting the fan, but he got the sense they were on the higher end under such conditions.
Taptaptap.
Why couldnât he just run into party members along the way as needed, like in games? Each one would specialize in a skill, forming a well-rounded team. Everyone would follow him to the bitter end because they believed in him and not some ass goblin named Stain. Why they believed in Tomura wouldnât matter, though money would be a reasonable guess. Idealism didnât pay much from what he could tell.
Taptapâ
âBe calm, Shigaraki Tomura. This meeting will go well.â
He bared teeth at Kurogiri. âThere has to be a meeting for it to go a certain way. And I am calm, damn it.â
âSo I see.â He finished wiping down the glass he held before setting it on the bar and grabbing another. âMy apologies.â
Tomura twisted on the stool to give the smart ass shadow a piece of his overthinking mind.
Knock, knock, knock.
Without missing a beat, Kurogiri stuck his free hand through a small warp gate and turned the handle of the door across the room. He went back to polishing as two figures entered the bar.
For someone who charged such high fees, Giran went out of his way to look cheap and kitschy. Little round tinted lenses pinched to the bridge of his nose. A scrunched scarf like someoneâs guts slung around his neck. One front tooth missing in his low-key sleazy smile. The woman following right behind him and surveying her new surroundings made for a more welcome sight. Sunglasses (her and Giran both, for fucksâ sake) hid her eyes just like in her picture, but her lips held a hint of a smile.
The essence of good manners, Kurogiri bowed to their guests. âGood evening. Welcome to our humble home.â
Tomura, to balance the scales, snorted and folded his arms across his chest. âTook you long enough.â
Giran shrugged and twirled his hand, leaving behind a smoke spiral from the tip of the cigarette between his fingers. âOur train was delayed by some prankster threatening to blow up the tracks.â
âDoesnât sound like a prank.â
âIt wouldnât have been if the lazy bastard hadnât been trying to pass off childrenâs clay as plastic explosive. One of the cops noticed the stuff was bright yellow and they rushed him. They didnât even call in a hero.â The broker shook his head. âWhatâs this world coming to? People canât be bothered to find and pay for real weapons anymore. It offends my pride as a businessman.â
Behind Father, Tomura grimaced. His short-lived venture with Stain had indeed moved people to lash out at society. The problem was most of them were fucking morons. He doubted any decent candidates the League managed to net would make up for all the secondhand embarrassment heâd suffered in the past couple of weeks from watching the news.
âOh, I donât know,â the woman said, tapping her chin. âI felt kinda bad for the poor guy. He looked like your average office wage-slave. I thought he was going to break down in tears when they hauled him off.â
âServes him right for cutting corners. No conviction, no integrity these days I tell you.â
She hid a grin behind her hand. âYouâre heartless, Giran.â
The broker snorted smoke from his nostrils like an exasperated dragon. âIâm practical.â
âAnd yet you still havenât introduced me.â
Posture straightening, Giran tugged at his weirdly anatomical scarf. âSorry, got sidetracked. Magne, Shigaraki Tomura and Kurogiri of the League of Villains.â
âPleased to meet you.â Slipping off his stool, Tomura gave her a short bow. The way Kurogiri swayed slightly, as if heâd swoon from shock, made the display worth it.
âI take it Iâve earned my fee?â chimed in Giran.
Kurogiriâs misty form shuddered as he roused himself. âOf course. Weâll hear from you again soon?â
âIâve got a few candidates lined up.â The broker sketched them a mock salute before turning and closing the door behind him.
âPlease, have a seat.â Tomura motioned to the row of barstools beside him.
âThank you. Donât mind if I do.â
While Magne approached, he studied her movements. She strode across the hardwood floor, work boots making minimal noise with each step. Grace as well as power. She knew how to use the muscle under her shirtâs rolled up sleeves rather than relying on pure size. Although, that didnât hurt eitherâTomura put her at over ten centimeters his own height at least, and she definitely outclassed him by weight. He wondered whether she had speed to go along with strength. She slid into the next seat over and rested her chin in her hands.
âWould you care for something to drink, Miss Magne?â Kurogiri asked, jumping at the chance to play host.
âOh, my. So formal. Sure, Iâll have whatever you recommend.â
Tomura waited until a small glass of something amber-colored had been set in front of them both (ginger ale for him) and sheâd taken an approving sip before getting things rolling.
âYou have quite a record, Magne.â Though heâd already memorized the relevant bits, he flipped open the folder container her information.
She glanced over, shades slipping down her nose as she scanned the first page of the police report. âTwenty-nine attempted murders, huh? Is that what theyâre calling those? Iâm surprised you guys bothered having me come in after reading that garbage.â
âWhy?â
Like a small bird, Tomuraâs stomach dipped and fluttered when Magne looked at him over the edge of her glasses. Not quite in the same way it did when he caught Dabi watching him from across the room, but close enough to classify the sensation as pleasant. Her irises shone like polished agates, made up of rich layers of browns from a starburst of mahogany around her pupils to flecks of burnished copper. Tomura suddenly understood her hiding them behind lenses. Such a beautiful detail would stick in anyoneâs memory.
âSomebody who tried and failed to kill that many people would look pretty incompetent, right?â she replied. âOr like they chickened out at the last second. I donât enjoy killing. Iâll tell you that up front. ButâŠI didnât hesitate with the three I did put down, letâs just say that.â
Tomura, a multiple murderer himself, examined the square set of her shoulders, the twist of scorn to her mouth towards her accusers, and found no reason to doubt her. He nodded.
âThe so-called attempts were from the robberies you pulled off then?â
âMostly, though Iâm sure a few of the bullies I smacked around exaggerated just to prove what big, strong men they are.â She harumphed and took another sip from her drink.
âAnd the actual murders?â
Her lips puckered, as if she tasted something more bitter than whatever alcohol Kurogiri had given her. âPersonal matters.â
âI see.â Tomura turned the page and ran his finger further down the information. âYour quirk has some unique parameters.â
The lines of Magneâs face eased into a smile. âOh, the gender thing? A theory really. I havenât had much opportunity to test it seriously. It might be nothing but my own perceptionâŠbut I guess that doesnât make it any less real, does it?â She lifted a hand from her glass and reached halfway toward him. âCare for a demonstration?â
Tomura caught himself drawing away from her, his nails latching onto the sides of his neck. Coweringâgreat way to display his leadership skills. âWhatâre you going to do?â
âOh, just tug on your arm a little. Go ahead and put it down by your side for me.â
Resisting the urge to look to Kurogiri for reassurance, he did as asked. For safetyâs sake he curled his fingers into a fist.
Magne smiled. âReady?â
According to the knot in his stomach, no, but he nodded anyway. His arm jerked and leapt up as if it were tied by a string. Tomura gasped, almost slipping off his seat. Magne caught and steadied him.
âSorry, honey! Got so excited to show off I put a bit too much oomph into it.â She patted his shoulder as if there werenât dead, gray hands clutching it.
ââSâalright,â he mumbled. And it wasâhis skin showed no marks, his muscles and joints registered no pain. He readjusted the delicate hand decorating his wrist. Cold, waxy, and pliant. Nothing like Magne.
âSo, can you manipulate peopleâs movements? Turn them into your puppets?â
She hummed and pushed her sunglasses back into their proper place. âNot really. I can move someone with the proper amount of push versus pull, but itâs such delicate work that they could break free pretty easily. Hold out your arm and Iâll show you what I mean.â
Still making a fist, Tomura followed her suggestion. Magne positioned her hands on either side of his forearm, spread about half a meter apart. Concentration dug a V between her brows. A thrum jolted through Tomuraâs bones. He startled at the rush of tingles in his elbow and shoulder but kept his balance. Something like a low electrical current pulsed along his arm, raising its pale little hairs. Eyes wide, he watched as the limb drifted from one side to the other, then up, downâanywhere the poles of Magneâs palms guided it. He could even see, feel his skin being tugged and pressed by her quirk. Taking a deep breath, Tomura drew his fist back. He met some resistance, but didnât have to put up any real struggle.
âWeird.â He shook his buzzing fingers out. âBut kinda nice. Tingly. Like an electrical field.â
Magne tilted her head and smirked. âOh? Thatâs a new one. Then again, maybe Iâd have heard it before if I used my quirk for something besides bashing jerks.â
What would he have done without Father hiding the fact he blushed at the slightest fucking thing? Heâd never get used to talking to people at this rate.
âYour skills would be a great asset to the League, Miss Magne,â Kurogiri said, saving Tomura from having to pretend he could be witty. âI presume Giran discussed the expenses we cover? Upon joining, you would also be welcome to claim a room upstairs, should you wish.â
Magne went still. Even her breathing stopped for a moment. âYouâd let me stay here?â
Tomura knew right then heâd never live down being wrong about not letting League members move into the hideout. Kurogiri would never be crass enough to say it out loud, of course. He didnât have to. Tomura sighed, accepting his fate.
âTwo members live here already, including another woman. We can introduce you to them both before you decide.â
Gaze aimed at the ceiling, Magne touched fingers to her pursed lips. âIâve already made up my mind.â She met Tomuraâs eyes, a smile lighting up her face. âSign me up.â
Well. He had no clue whatso-fucking-ever how theyâd convinced her, but results were results. Besides, she hadnât mentioned Stain once. She deserved free room and board for that alone.
âAh, wonderful. Weâre so delighted to have you, Miss Magne.â Kurogiri steepled his fingers. âPlease let me know if you require any assistance in moving your belongings. I can warp them to whichever room you choose.â
A soft laugh huffed out of her. âNo need, honey. I travel light these days. Would tomorrow evening be too soon?â
Tomura shrugged. âThatâs fine. Iâll make sure Toga and Dabi are around so you can meet them.â Even if he had to staple the latter to a chair to make him comply.
âSounds like a plan.â Magne raised her glass. âTo new friends then?â
There was that word again. Offered with the same ease Toga had shown. And DabiâŠheâd never said it maybe but his gift had impliedâŠwell, something. Tomura touched his pocket. The weight and shapes of the items inside it. With the same hand, he picked up his own glass and clinked it against Magneâs.
âSure. Iâll drink to that.â
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